Some say it's best not to know the inner heart of a woman for all there is to see is deceit. I for one find that saying insulting to the female species. I say the heart of a man is built on layers of secret.
How I wish to know the things that makes me think and speculate and at the same time I wish I had never known the things I know. Knowledge has forever been one of the greatest weapons but a heavy burden too.
I have been thinking about the documents in front of me and some of these companies listed here are well known all over the country, it's not possible they are all involved with the organization, at least not consciously. It's just a front for something even deeper. Most of this document has the signature of the late chief Wasiu, he too must have been aware of the Order and that's precisely one of the major reasons they killed him.
What I could not put together is what was the role this Desmond guy has to play in all of this aside from the fact he is the family lawyer, he must have been the one who prepared most of the document. I still have the file of my last hit and I could tell he must have been a good friend to the inspector from the look of things in the photos they were together.
I've never trust anyone and he is one of the least people I trust as of now. He could be a double agent for all I know. But still, I have to call him, and soon.
I've been doing some digging into the family and as expected, I am not the only bastard but I am the only one unknown to all of them. There is a lot of property to be shared, enough to satisfy anyone. From my information, there are three sons from the legitimate wife and two daughters. They are all currently in the country and they are all here for the same purpose which is also why I was also called.
There are more than six bastard sons and all are well taken care of, unlike me. But they don't know that.
I cleared the table and hide the files in my hid out inside my room. I picked up my phone and called the lawyer. It rang for some seconds before he picked up.
I have been waiting for your call, you called exactly when I predicted you would call. You are your father's son in more ways than one.
Now you are telling me you also see the future, good talk, at least I know for sure you are not worth my time.
Hold on James, don't hang up, I know you don't trust me and that's expected, but just like your father you ask for help when it is almost too late. That puts whoever you are asking for help zero chance of saying no. Your father always does that course he is a man that thinks but you on the other hand did so because you are proud. The difference between you and your father is not much.
So now ask me what you want to know.
How long did you work for my father?
I've learned not to answer questions that are asked with interior motives and although I can not see you I can hear it in your voice. if you want to know what will happen and what to expect in the meeting then see me at the local bar at the junction of your street by six pm today. unfortunately now is not a good time for me to talk.
Is it safe for the likes of you sir Desmond?
what do you mean? In case you must know I used to be a driver for your dad before I became his lawyer, I am not that soft like you like to assume.
alright then, six pm it is.
Once I like to think I know it all just by the appearance of someone, the way they walk tells a lot about where the person is going, the expression of the face can tell if they are running or they are the one pursuing something, the position of their face when moving, if their head and shoulders are high simply means they have enough, feeling relaxed could mean they are content or even happy. Some walk in a way that is visible that they have enough problems, these ones do not walk fluently. This is the sign most people see, Only a stupid person will fail to see this sign. All this can be seen in a person in just one look, even more can be noticed and seen from his words.
The way we speak tells a lot about the type of person we are. I've come to weary of people who talk void of any emotion. It is not a skill that we are supposed to possess. it's a skill learned by people with bad and dangerous intents.
These assumptions work most of the time and it made me go for victims who would not feel what has been taken from them because they have more than enough to give.
Only hitman and psychopaths are the ones without these traits, mostly the professional one's. I can never come to trust this Desmond guy for I can't tell if he is lying or not, even his tone is as cold as ice. He also has a dark aura that emits from him even in a phone call. He must be something and what he is is not good, that much I know.
It's been hours now and it is getting dark. I have never been the guy who drinks in open and public places, a closed bar is fine by me in most cases. Open bars like this is not safe, a lot of people I know have been killed exactly like this, in a place and setting like this. The Order must be on the tail of this guy, I am not supposed to know but I do. If am seen with this guy, it will be another good reason to kill me aside from the fact they wanted me dead. They would simply say I have been compromised and if one looks at it from their point of view, their reason is well justified.
I was already at the location but I was standing at a nearby store in the dark observing what will happen next if he was ever going to show if they are people following him.
It is one hour after the time agreed upon and he was still not here. I've been thinking now. What if this guy is the traitor and he is just a way for the Order to kill me? it is possible, no no, what is wrong with me? I've been thinking too much and it is now messing with my mind.
It's way past the time of our meeting and it seems he won't show up. Am already here, it won't kill me if I have a few drinks before heading for home.
I step out of the shadows and walk inside the bar. There are tables everywhere and almost all of them are occupied. I sat down at an empty table and signalled for the waitress to get me some drinks. In no time she came and gave me two drinks. I opened one and placed the other one on the table, I sipped the drink and a hand picked up the other one, someone in casual clothing, it was on one else but Desmond, I've been looking at the bar for close to two hours and I know everyone in the bar before I came, the guy with this cloths has been here the entire time but he has been hiding in plain sight. This proves my theory right, he is not just a lawyer, he is something more but now I can't put my fingers on what it was, all I know is this guy is extremely dangerous. The fact that even I can't detect where he was is proof, this guy in front of me has been waiting for me for long but there is no hint of stress or pressure on his face.
Are you hiding from someone? he asked.
Why, did you hear something?
No, it's just I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to come out of the dark?
I should make sure everywhere is secure don't you think? I asked.
Am not sure. You've given up hope that I was coming since you could not recognize me. But, just like someone I know, you can't resist a drink especially when you feel it's safe. If you must know boy, it's never safe to drink even at home.
Why did you come dressed like this?
The same reason you hide behind the dark. I believe you know why but the fact you are asking simply means you just want to hear me talk. Your father was also like that, and that brings me to why you are here today. Here I am at your disposal, ask only necessary questions.
How do you know what is necessary to me?
There are things you shouldn't know just yet and I believe you know what they are.
Alright then.